“Well, now we can be friends,” Dan said. “Or you know, not,” he added
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I bit my lip. “Do you think I could ask you a favor?”
Dan nodded. “Sure.”
“How…how can I get a boyfriend?”
“Oh, god, if I knew the answer to that, I’d bottle it up and sell it for a million dollars,” Dan said with a laugh. When he saw the look on my face, he pretended to groan. “Look, Molly,” Dan said. “I can’t tell you how to just get a boyfriend. But if you had a specific guy in mind…aside from me, that is,” he said.
I blushed.
“You do, you little slut,” Dan said playfully. He leaned back against his chair and sipped his latte. I wondered how I’d ever mistaken him for a straight man.
“I do,” I said, blushing hotly.
“Who is it?”
I sighed. “My best friend’s brother.”
Dan made a face. “Oh, honey,” he said. “You need to pick a better target than that!”
I bit my lip. “Why?”
Dan laughed. “I know the type. Older, gorgeous, experienced. Right?”
I nodded.
“Someone like that wouldn’t be good for you,” Dan said. “I don’t mean offense with that remark, Molly. But you should be realistic.”
I took a long sip of my chocolatey drink and frowned. “Maybe,” I said softly. “I have no idea.”
Chapter Five
Alex
“Man, I’m so fuckin’ bored,” Rob whined. “Why is this town so shitty?”
I rolled my eyes. “Because we’re not that far from New York, dipshit. Why do something here when we could just go there?”
“I’m not in the mood for traffic,” Rob said. “Or those gold-diggers who think fireman actually make decent cash.”
“Speak for yourself,” I said archly. “I do all right.”
Rob shook his head and laughed. “You don’t have a girlfriend,” he said. “Theresa sucks all of my extra cash like a fucking vacuum.”
I raised an eyebrow. “As long as she blows like one, too,” I said.
Rob punched me in the arm. “That’s my girl,” he said.
“Yeah, and you talk shit about her all the time.” I groaned. “I’m sick of it.”
“Dude, you’re my best friend,” Rob said. “I talk to you about everything.”
“Why not stop trying to sound like such a fag,” I said. I picked up a pack of cigarettes and pulled one out, propping it against my lip. “You know what?”
“What?”